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A/N: All right! To make up for my rather long leave of absence before, I bring you another update. I'm just glad that all my homework is done and the weather is all right and that I had a free period in school today so that I could get the next chapter on. Lol. So, thank you so, so much to L.R. Meriadoc, daisyduke80, fantomfairy, ink0and0paper, Save the Elmo, Jedi'Pirate Jaeh, Halo, momiji'sunusedhalo, Majestik Moose, and Harm Marie for your wonderful reviews! I appreciate them all! So, without any further ado, let's get this chapter rolling!

Chapter 14

Ben lay awake in bed, his gaze resting on the ceiling of his dark bedroom. His anxious mind wouldn't allow him to sleep because of all the thoughts that were running through it- Riley may wake up and be in pain, the revenge that Dustin was possibly going to receive, and the nagging, underline feeling that someone else besides Nick was working with Dustin. He'd had the feeling ever since the murder of Andy, and it had only grown when he saw the damage that had been done to the museum. It was driving him crazy because both were done in a style he recognized so well…

"What's going on, Ben? It's really late."

The treasure hunter looked to his left and saw that Abigail was awake and looked tiredly at him with concern. Ben slowly turned on to his side to face her. "I'm just thinking," he without feeling.

Abigail smirked. "I could have told you that," she said with some sarcastic humor that was characteristic of Riley. "Come on, Ben. What's on your mind?"

For the first time that he could remember, Ben hesitated. Never before had he hesitated to tell anyone he loved anything, especially his wife. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. He just didn't want to alarm her with the thoughts that were uncharacteristic of him.

"Ben," Abigail muttered simply, her expression hurt when she recognized his hesitance as she propped herself up on her arm. "What is so horrible that you can't even tell me? I don't think I'm going to be in any danger."

"It's just… I don't know…" Ben began, but ended in a sigh. He looked into Abigail's eyes, smiling a little. "If I told you that, I would have to kill you." Another one of Riley's famous lines.

Abigail sighed heavily, not seeming to be as amused by the comment as Ben was. "Ben, please. You know that you can tell me anything. I'm your wife," she said. "What is it that's bothering you so greatly?"

Ben sighed in defeat as he gazed at Abigail's determined expression. "It's about Dustin…" he slowly began.

"That's one thing you don't have to worry about," Abigail told him soothingly, putting her head on his pillow beside his. "Your dad called the FBI, and Sadusky is looking into the situation as we speak. He'll call us in the morning."

"I'm not worried about if we'll catch him or not, I'm concerned about his relation to the murder of Jeremy Poole," Ben replied.

"Do you really think that he would kill his own father?" Abigail asked, skeptical about the idea. "The man that raised him on his own, along with Riley?"

"With the right motive… possibly," Ben answered. "Charlie told me about this treasure that belongs to the Poole family, and the ownership is passed down from the father or mother to their oldest child. Dustin should have gotten it, but something happened to cause Jeremy to leave it to Riley."

Abigail's face darkened with confusion. "So, are you thinking that Dustin killed their father because he doesn't have the supposed rightful ownership of the treasure?"

Ben nodded. "It could be."

"I think it would just be best if we wait to hear what Sadusky's report on him is," Abigail said slowly. "Then we'll know for sure what actually happened."

"We can also talk to Riley about the treasure tomorrow," Ben added. "Charlie gave me a number to call so we can find out more."

Abigail nodded, but she noticed that her husband was still tense. "Ben, what else is on your mind?"

Ben sighed, unable to figure out how Abigail always knew when something was wrong. "There has to be someone else working with Dustin and his friend," he finally told her. "I've met Dustin, and he doesn't seem to be the type to be able to come up with a mastermind plot to break in somewhere and steal something. The break-in at the museum was in a style that I know. There has to be someone else who's an expert in that field. Dustin will carry out any plan, but there has to be another brain behind it…"

"Ben, who could it be?" Abigail asked with a small laugh. "I just think that you're being paranoid about this. Who out there would be an expert at breaking into places that's not already in jail?"

She had a point. But the suspicion had been in his mind too long, and it wasn't going to leave. "We'll discuss that in the morning too," he muttered. "I want Riley to be there."

Abigail shrugged, realizing that it must have been a family matter. "Fair enough," she said as she closed her eyes. "Just wait until tomorrow when you find out there's nothing to worry about."

Ben sighed, pulling his wife closer to him. Her presence was comforting, and even though there was a lot on his mind, he was asleep in a few minutes.

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Riley slowly opened his eyes, squinting as he looked around the dark room. Suddenly, he closed his eyes again, and he cried out in surprise when the curtains were thrown open and bright light was thrown into the room.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" Abigail exclaimed to him cheerfully, walking over to the bed from the window and placing her hand on Riley's forehead. "Can I get you anything to eat?"

"Um, no thanks, Abi," Riley muttered, still blinking as his eyes tried to adjust to the sudden sunlight. "I'm not hungry…"

Concerned, Abigail sat on the bed beside him. "Did you get a good night's sleep?" she asked.

Riley sighed heavily as his face darkened. "Uh, about that… I did, but I… I heard what you and Ben were talking about last night. Dustin, the treasure… everything."

Abigail's heart sank when she heard his words. "Oh. Well…" she muttered uncomfortably. "I wouldn't dread on it too much, Riley. Ben's just… over-speculating again."

"It's all right, Abi," Riley replied quietly, trying to act as though it wasn't a big deal. "I've had dreams where Dustin has… you know… But I didn't know they could actually be what happened. And I've never heard anything about this treasure."

"That's because you weren't supposed to. Rightfully, it belongs to Dustin, but something happened where your father decided to leave it to you."

Abigail and Riley quickly turned to the open doorway and saw that Ben was leaning against it. "What do you mean, Ben?" Riley asked. "What is this about a treasure?"

"I don't know too much myself, but I do know that the ownership of it has been passed down to the oldest child in your bloodline for years," Ben answered. "From what I've deduced, no one has actually discovered it yet, or at least hasn't taken anything, but your father left very specific guides to find it. I think that this treasure was meant for you."

"Any reason that Dustin isn't getting it except that he may have possibly killed our dad?" Riley muttered, trying to pass it off as sarcasm. But deep down, he was noticeably trying to keep his voice under control.

Ben sighed and sat down in the chair next to the bed. "All I know is that the treasure has to be earned by character," he told him quietly. "I think to answer that, you'll have to tell us more about Dustin."

Riley closed his eyes for a long moment, finally opening them again as he looked up at his best friend. Then, he slowly sat up with a little help from Abigail and leaned against the headrest of the bed, wrapping the blanket around himself to keep the chill away. "I think I've told you this before, Ben, but Dustin and I have always had a rivalry that began when we both had a crush on the Pink Ranger."

Abigail smirked. "Pink Ranger?"

"Shut up. Anyway, as we got older after my mom died, Dustin and I got closer to each other through elementary and middle school. That's really the only time that the rivalry did not exist," Riley continued. "There were times where Dad would be gone on a business trip, and Dustin helped to raise me whenever we had a babysitter. We would get into a lot of trouble with her…

"But once we reached high school, or at least when Dustin did, everything changed. Dad got a new job so he was home whenever we were, which gave Dustin and I less excuse to do things together. Then, he began to get new friends who weren't that great of an influence, and he began to completely change. He was failing all of his classes, began to skip them all together, stayed out way longer than Dad told him to, skipped out on his grounding, fought with Dad and I a lot, shoplifted, things like that. He didn't go to college or even finish high school, but he studied history in his free time… which was a lot."

"No wonder Riley unknowingly earned the treasure," Ben thought to himself, unable to see the techie doing any of the things he mentioned that his brother had done. "Was Nick one of those friends that he met in high school?" he asked.

Riley shook his head. "No," he answered. "He met Nick a few years after he dropped out of high school. Now, don't ask me anything about Nick because I don't know much about him. All I know is that he was born here in the states, moved with his mom to England because of her job when he was in second grade, where she also married a guy who had a son that was older than Nick, and then he came back here after he graduated from college. I've never met Nick's family since, well, they're in England! I think Nick told me once that his step-brother came back to the states too, but I've never actually met or seen him."

Ben nodded. He had heard Nick talk at the funeral for Jeremy Poole, and he remembered him having slight traces of an English accent that was hardly noticeable.

"I also heard you mention something about there being a third person that's in league with Dustin," Riley muttered as he looked from Ben to Abigail and back, anxious to change the subject. "Do you have any idea who what might be?"

Abigail glanced at Ben nervously, unsure of what he was going to say. The treasure hunter met her gaze, and then sighed heavily. "I do."

"Well, who is it?"

Ben opened his mouth to answer his best friend's question, but before he could get the name out, the echoing sound of the doorbell reached their ears. He got to his feet and left the room, assuming that Patrick had left already since the downstairs area was empty, and opened the front door.

"Sadusky? I thought you were going to call," Ben said.

"I was, but I thought that it would be best if I came in person," Sadusky told him. "May I come in?"

"Of course." Ben opened the door all the way, allowing the FBI agent to step inside, and then closed the door behind him. "Did you get any information about Dustin Poole?"

Sadusky sighed and leaned against the back of the couch, his arms crossed. "We were able to locate his residence and sent some of our men there," he told him, "but I'm afraid that I have some bad news."

A/N: Time for a cliffie! Lol. So, who do you think this third person is (if there even is one)? You'll have to leave me your guesses! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thanks for reading. Your reviews are much appreciated. Thank you!